How long is the road to home?
Sometimes it's too short, just a blink of an eye, sometimes it's too long, and you're standing at the door of your home, but you don't even have the courage to knock on the door.
But who doesn’t long to go home?
Harry stood at the door of his home in silence for a long time, then tremblingly stretched out his hand and knocked on the very familiar door panel after a long absence.
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For Hank, this is just a normal day among the abnormal. He gets up and washes up, kills his time, occasionally goes out to patrol, be alert to the surroundings, and - take care of his professor, his friends, Although he also helped to sweep and clean the bottles, and documented it, excessive alcohol is not good for the human body after all.
Doing these things day after day will be very boring, but it doesn't matter. There is no one to disturb this place now. Hank is not very satisfied with the current situation, but at least they all have a place to belong... and they are all safe. This house is like a corner forgotten by the sun, but while the sun never comes, storms seldom come. Hank wants the people living here to have some peace from the bottom of his heart, so he does his best to take care of the house. Abandoned school.
It's just that this day has become unusual since the afternoon.
Boom. Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Someone was banging on the door. The speed was neither fast nor slow. It started once, then paused, and then after a few seconds it started again, then paused again, and then it continued to sound smoothly.
Hank thought it was an auditory hallucination at first, but his mutant ability of the beast gave him better hearing than ordinary humans, so he stopped what he was doing and made sure that someone was knocking on the door before going around and opened the door carefully. A seam. He cautiously looked at the visitor through this small gap, and found a young man wearing a pure black cloak standing in front of the door. The hood on his head was not fully worn, so Hank could see He had messy black hair and opal green eyes.
"Hello?" Hank asked suspiciously, "Is there something wrong with you?"
The boy did not speak immediately, but made a hoarse noise twice as if he was stuck. He had an uncomfortable expression on his face and could not say a word.
Hank thought to himself that it would be a pity if this child was mute. This child seemed to have a very good voice, so he shouldn't look like he was mute.
But then, after realizing that he was speechless, the boy stood aside, took out a stick that Hank didn't know what it was, waved it, and then stretched out his hand, as if grabbing the stick in the air. Something like that twisted that piece of space into a piece of cloth or something, and then just lifted it up, revealing a... head.
A familiar head.
hank: "………………"
hank: "…………?!!! Oh my god! Sean!"
He took a few steps back, almost unable to believe the head that appeared here. This scene frightened him, and the surprise and shock made him at a loss.
"It's me, it's me, the beast, please let us in!" Sean, a head that appeared in the air, whispered quickly, "Puff, puff, come to your senses and open the door quickly! I'm not the only one here, move away!" Move your big toe! Man! I'm not wearing much clothes!" After saying that, he looked at the boy with some confusion, "What's wrong with your throat?"
Hank then quickly opened all the doors. The boy, Harry holding the wand, shook his head at Sean and motioned Sean to stop talking for the time being. After all, who knows if there is any surveillance here? Even magic spells cannot guarantee absolute safety.
He silently walked around to the back, pushed something that Hank couldn't see from behind, and entered the door with Sean. Then he opened all the parts, revealing what was covered by that kind of cloth: A complete Sean wearing a pair of pants, a woman wrapped in a large piece of cloth, Hank knew her, this was Angel, they were once comrades-in-arms and classmates; there was also a character he was not very familiar with, But he knew that the other party was... from Eric's side. To be precise, at first, the man codenamed Red Devil, Azazel, was Shaw's subordinate, and then became Eric's subordinate.
But except for Sean, these two people are in a coma.
"You can actually push a cart with three people on it by yourself?" Hank was shocked when he saw the three people lying on top of each other on a cart. This weight is not something that a boy of his stature can push. "What's going on, Sean? Who is this child? Why did you bring them here suddenly?"
"It's a long story. I was caught before and almost got caught in a terrible experiment. It was this guy who saved me - where is the professor?" Sean looked longingly, but soon he Realizing that something was different here, the voice gradually became softer from the strong tone at the beginning, "...What's wrong with this place? It wasn't like this before."
Hank couldn't answer this question. In the end, he hesitated for a long time and could only say: "...You understand, due to circumstances, this place is now deserted. Professor...he is upstairs."
He paused with difficulty, and then said: "But you'd better...don't disturb him. Professor...I mean, Charles's condition has not been very good."
What happened to charles?
Harry could hardly restrain himself from shouting this sentence in his heart, and when Sean and Hank both turned to stare at him, he realized that he had shouted this sentence even without opening his mouth.
"Did he just talk in my head?" Sean came up to Harry, held the little head in his hands, and looked left and right, "Hank, did you hear that?"
"Yes," Hank said in surprise, "He is also a telepath?"
"How do I know," Sean said, "I only know that he hugged me and cried as soon as I woke up, and he could still talk at that time." Sean said while poking Harry's cheek, "You said so No, Douding, well, you cried so horribly just now, why can you only talk in your head now?"
Harry tried several times, but found that he still couldn't make any sound. While he vaguely guessed that this might not be just a psychological problem, his anxiety became more and more serious.
He ignored it and asked directly with his head: [Sorry, I can't speak now... But, I want to know, where is Charles? The situation is really not optimistic. Sean's arrest is not just an isolated case. I must tell him these things. 】
[Also,] Harry pointed to the two people on the ground, Angel and the Red Devil, [I don’t know if there are still... I mean, medical equipment or something in the school, but their situation is much worse than Sean’s. I brought With the special medicine, they can’t just stay like this...]
The more Harry spoke, the more anxious he became, but the more anxious he became, the more exhausted and dizzy he felt, as if the violent explosion in the laboratory had squeezed out all his strength————
——As if pulling out a hair of the red devil and bringing three people back was his limit, Harry felt like he was in a dry stream, the soil at the bottom of the water was about to crack and he couldn't sustain it.
【They...I...】
Harry covered his head, the voice coming from his telepathy became smaller and smaller, his breathing became faster, and his body swayed. Sean and Hank looked at each other and shouted at the same time: "Be careful!" "What's wrong with you!"
I'm fine, I can still hold on. Harry wanted to say this.
But the next second, his vision went dark instinctively, and with a plop, he fell face down on the floor of his home.
His consciousness fell into darkness.
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Draco waited quietly on the spot, waiting, and waiting, he had no choice, this was the only thing he could do in his sleep. To be honest, it was easy to fall asleep, but it was difficult to sleep well. This was a rare sleep for him. Good luck: this space appears again
He waited for a while, and sure enough, a place suddenly lit up in the darkness, and he immediately ran towards that place. When he was almost close, he instinctively stretched out his arms, and almost in the blink of an eye, Harry It fell into his arms.
Cracks appeared on Draco's expressionless face almost immediately - he hugged the person he caught tightly, almost pressing him into his soul, but the other person was obviously not in the state and was just surprised. Shout: "Draco! Did I dream about you again?"
This is not a dream, you fool. Draco wanted to retort, but his attention was diverted by another thing.
He put Harry down, but grabbed one of his hands and pressed the other hand on his throat, his brows almost knitted into knots.
"What's wrong with your voice? It sounds like parchment rubbing." He said it bluntly, but Harry knew this look, so he smiled at Draco.
"Maybe I used too much force," Harry held Draco's hand behind his back and said comfortingly, "But this is a good thing among bad things - I saved my compatriots, my friends, I saved Sean, I'm glad I can In time, Draco."
"Can you call this a good thing?" Draco said fiercely, "Do you know what you look like? Like a granger who failed the exam after not sleeping for ten days."
Harry chuckled.
"I miss Hermione so much." Harry looked at Draco's face, which made him feel exhausted and satisfied. He answered without hesitation, "I miss you too, all of you."
"But you're not happy." Draco pointed out this and tightened his grip on Harry's wrist.
"I'm really tired now," Harry said, "but maybe when I wake up, everything will be fine."
Draco reached out and hugged him tightly, pressing his head on his shoulder.
"Then go to sleep, you little fool," he promised Harry slowly and firmly, "Do this every day, sleep well, or come to see me in your dreams. Then one day, you will open your eyes Eyes, I’m here.”
Draco's shoulder might really have magic power. Harry leaned on that long-lost shoulder, and his consciousness gradually sank deeper. But when he heard this, he couldn't help but asked in a daze: "Where have you been, Draco?"
"By your side." Draco rarely whispered softly, which even made Harry feel that it didn't sound like Draco anymore. "No matter where you are, Harry, I - I will go to your side."
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Harry woke up suddenly and saw a scene he hadn't seen for a long time - the ceiling of his school, including the crystal chandelier. He sat up slowly, holding his aching head, and found that he was on a temporary sofa, and the treatment was pretty good.
Harry looked around, moved his wrist, and then noticed that Hank had a complicated expression on his face, looking at the cart on the ground and... the scattered invisibility cloak.
"——Oh, you're awake?" Hank quickly looked over with concern, and his tone was no longer alert at first, "Are you okay, kid? I asked Sean to help transport the person to the guest room. He is fine. Jumping around.”
Harry nodded, thinking that I wasn't worried about Sean getting into trouble here in the first place.
[Thank you, I'm fine, I just lost my strength due to overload. ] He said, [Maybe based on my experience, it’s too difficult to transfer so many people. 】
"As minors, you are still in the developmental stage of your body. Your abilities are like a part of your body. You need to grow, develop, and train to make progress together." Hank said habitually, "You will surpass it in one fell swoop. The limit set by your own body is a very troublesome thing, and it will cause serious irreversible damage to the human body. Um...I'm sorry, I, this is a little occupational disease, I don't mean to lecture you."
The expression of this uncle-to-be whom he was familiar with always had a direct expression, which was easy for Harry to understand, so he shook his head to show that he didn't mind, and asked instead:
[Can I see Charles...I mean, professor? 】
Hank paused.
After almost hard deliberation and struggle in his mind, he agreed to Harry's request: "It's not impossible, but... he might not be very convenient to see guests now." He described it with some reluctance. "Do you want to take a rest first?" , I think you don’t look good, you can choose any room, here is the key.”
He took out a bunch of keys. Harry didn't want to think too much about it, but his eyes still lingered on the object for a while. This was also something that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him. He had also used this bunch of keys to accommodate some guests from far away and let them stay in the school's guest rooms. At that time, there was a bunch of messy keys hanging on them. As for the hanging ornaments, they were hung up by the students happily.
Now this large bunch of keys was clean, with nothing on it. The old-style copper keys simply clashed together. Harry took them and shook them, making jingling noises.
This is really difficult, Harry thought. This place is full of familiar looks to him, but also a bit strange.
The stranger he gets, the lonelier he gets, and the more familiar he gets, the lonelier he gets. It's as if he has become a completely different world, and only he knows the memories in his heart.
But this place is still my home. Harry thought as he looked at this decadent house from the inside out.
————It is the only home I can go back to now.
[I still prefer to make things clear first,] Harry said to Hank, [Please, the situation is really not optimistic. 】
"This... okay. Come with me, kid," Hank walked up the stairs and motioned to Harry, "I'll take you to Charles' room - he should be there."
Harry blinked slightly, stared at him for a few seconds, and opened his mouth.
A longing told him that he longed to say something.
"...Can I...hold your hand?"
Suddenly, Hank heard the boy whisper.
"You can talk again!" Sean shouted.
"What?" Hank said in surprise, thinking he didn't hear clearly.
"I want to hold your hand," Harry said. His voice was still very hoarse. It was so difficult to hear clearly that it sounded like broken tape. "As you can see, my physical condition... It's very strange that if you were willing to hold my hand, I might not fall... on the stairs."
"Ah, this..." Hank looked at the boy at a loss as he stretched out his hand. Although this request was a bit strange, his nature meant that he would not be harsh or cruel to a child. He glanced to the side from the corner of his eyes, not knowing why. When Sean came back and hid in the corridor to peek, he tried to ask for advice, but Sean asked him to agree quickly, "Of course, come here kid, it's okay, I'll help you up."
Harry finally showed a smile, trotted forward a few steps, took Hank's hand and walked upstairs step by step. It was indeed ridiculous to hold an adult's hand while walking up the stairs at the age of thirteen, but now he hoped to find something... warm to the touch, just like he often did when he was a child, which was almost all that disturbed him. Something everyone wants to do.
For example, holding the palms of family members that are warm and a little sweaty to the touch.
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Walking along the corridor that he had walked hundreds or even thousands of times, Harry judged the school at this time with the understanding of one of the future owners of this building - deserted and deserted. . The rooms that are supposed to be full of students and full of life are tightly closed; most of the curtains are also pulled tightly, leaving only a little gap to prevent the brightness of the corridor from falling; there is the smell of dust everywhere, and there is some miscellaneous Things (and some of his father's books, which Harry could hardly imagine) were piled haphazardly everywhere, as if they had just been thrown away.
When Harry turned some corners, he choked and coughed several times. Hank said sorry to him, saying that no one else had lived here for too long, so it was a bit messy.
Aunt Raven will never live here, and she will never allow you to do this. Harry thought secretly. But when he thought about it, he didn't even know where his aunt was now, and he couldn't help but sigh, which made Hank look at him again - this child was definitely the weirdest child he had seen in recent years.
It's not that young mutants aren't 'eccentric' in the ordinary sense, but children of this age are often impulsive, easily angry, or full of great curiosity about things, and stubbornly naive about certain things...
But this child is different. He seems to have learned to be so calm and steady early on. His sighing expression is even like that of an adult, as if he has countless things in his heart that he needs to worry about and plan, and he is not prepared to spit them out and hand them over in one go. Let the adults solve it. All in all, this kid seems to be a very well-informed type.
"We're here." Hank and Harry stopped at the door of the study room together, and the former reminded in a low voice, "He may not be very sober, so be careful. Also, don't imitate Sean and call him professor. He doesn't like others calling him that now. "
This is impossible. Harry almost immediately wanted to refute, but considering that everything here showed that this time period was unusual, he endured it and nodded,
Hank was the one who opened the door first, and Harry stood behind him, looking into the door eagerly, almost eagerly, but as soon as he opened the door, a strong smell rushed over, and Hank said in annoyance, "Oh ' He made a sound, as if he felt that this was not suitable for showing to children, and stretched out his hand to stop Harry, but Harry flexibly walked out from behind the arm. As soon as he saw the figure slumped on the sofa against the light, he lay down Next to the doorframe.
"What's holding you back, Hank?"
A lazy, drunken male voice yelled from inside, "You don't sound like a human being... Listen, no matter what kind of uninvited guest you brought, tell him to leave. Please, outsiders are not welcome here." "
These tough, cold words almost immediately pierced a hole in Harry's heart. It was bloody and terrible, and every breath was painful.
He took a deep breath, almost trying not to show his aggrieved expression and not letting tears fall wildly again, but this was difficult, really difficult, and it took a lot of willpower to calm down.
——But my father has never spoken to me like this! He never called me a 'foreigner' here!
——It’s just because he doesn’t know you now! Do you expect someone to be kind to strangers?
——But he is not 'a person', he is my dad, Charles Xavier who has always been gentle to everyone... He is my dad! !
——But he is obviously not in the state now... Look, when have you ever seen him talk to others like this? He is far from his best, you have to cheer up, Harry, this is when I need you!
After a strong psychological struggle, Harry was finally able to adjust his mentality.
"Good afternoon," he said tentatively.
"What the hell, kid?"
The backlit figure straightened up slightly and said in a 'you're kidding me' tone. At this time, Hank also opened the door completely, and Harry could see the other party's appearance, but even though he was mentally prepared, Harry still felt an unrealistic and ridiculous feeling.
"This school has been closed for a long time, kid, haven't you heard? There is a notice posted outside." The man said in a nonchalant tone.
Harry looked at his young father quietly.
Charles, he meant, Charles, who was nearly twenty years younger, was wearing slacks and a shirt in bad taste - which is not too ridiculous about taste - wide open like all drunkards, and inside A white vest; and that face, which will still remain charming even if it is no longer young in the future, has too much...manliness, that is, a stubble that has not been shaved for a long time.
His hair was no longer carefully taken care of, and was as messy as instant noodles, and the blue eyes that the whole family loved were now filled with turbidity caused by alcohol and a coldness that Harry had never seen before. .
The coldness stung Harry again, but what tortured him even more was Charles' state: the face marked by alcohol, the dark circles under the eyes caused by the reversal of day and night, the look and appearance of his face that were not healthy at first glance. An extremely unhealthy mental state is easier to penetrate into the heart of a son than a cold look.
How did this thing start to develop like this? What kind of tragedy would make his father become like this?
At this moment, Harry thought of the corpse that was carried away again... He lowered his head and almost couldn't bear to look at it anymore. He quietly pulled Hank's sleeve and said, "... In this way, I will hand over Sean. I think Sean He is more trustworthy than me, let him explain what he saw first, and I will deal with the injuries."
Hank was a little unsure and asked: "Can you deal with injuries?"
"At least better than Sean." Harry said, bowing deeply towards Charles in the room, "I'm going to call him here, excuse me...for bothering you."
On the way here, he once thought that he could call Charles Mr. Xavier, or like everyone else, call him Professor... But after trying for a long time, he found that he still couldn't say it out.
It turns out that human willpower only has so much power. Harry couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart.
"Call him? Who? Who else is here?" Charles asked in a drawled voice, and there was a crisp sound of bottles clinking as he moved.
"Old friend." Hank said, "You'll be happy to see him, Charles."
Harry put all this behind him and almost fled to the area of the guest room. He was not sure whether he could no longer accept the cold attitude or something else. After a little telepathic search, he knew which room Sean was in. He walked directly over and pushed the door open. He took out the messenger bag he had been carrying and threw it on the dusty wooden table.
Sean had just happened to drag Angel and Azazel to the bed - in the process, he had to try to ignore the girl's embarrassing situation, which was only wrapped in a piece of cloth. As soon as he saw Harry coming in, Sean jumped up: "How did you know I was here?"
"Hmm - I'm a telepath, Sean, what do you think?" Harry pointed to his brain, opened his messenger bag, counted the medicines he had brought, and found that although they were very effective in treating trauma , but lack of internal use, most of them are emergency medicines - this was due to his own choice.
"You can go up," Harry said to Sean while picking out the fresh food and the only bottle of blood tonic. "He will be happy to see you. Tell him what you saw, Sean."
"I'm just wondering, how do you know my name? I've never seen you before," Sean leaned over and hugged the child's neck, "You haven't told me your name and why you are holding me and crying."
Harry: "The professor is waiting for you above."
Sean watched him take out a few bottles and continued to ask unwillingly: "What are the things you took out? I remember that the large piece of cloth covering us was also taken out from here."
Harry: "You really can't keep him waiting for you, Sean, don't you miss him?"
Sean grabbed his face and pulled him to both sides.
"I think the kids need to be cuter, why do you look so much like Hank!" After he finished grabbing, he ran out the door yelling, "I will tell the professor everything I saw, including you!"
Harry smiled and turned to help angel and azazel.
Fortunately, he has a great dream - to become a doctor, so doing basic examinations and bandaging is not a problem at all. Emma's husband also took him step by step to help the injured, so Harry did it very carefully. First, the remaining trauma needed to be healed with white blood, then he needed to feel for any broken bones on both of their bodies, and then he needed magic. Here's the place: He doesn't have the inspection equipment for the time being. Magic will detect some problems, such as nutritional imbalance, missing ingredients, or damage to nerves or tissues.
After working for about half an hour, Harry was sure that Azazel's condition was better than Angel's - probably if she slept for a while, the man would wake up. But in addition to Angel's extremely severe malnutrition and injuries to her back, wings, stomach and throat, she also had a long, long gash on her chest. The suture marks were extremely ugly. It must have been opened by the knife. Man is not a gentle and careful person.
Even though this beautiful girl was naked and had her chest bare at the moment, when Harry saw the cut, he could think of nothing but a deep pain in his heart. Even though his relationship with Angel is not like a real family, he is still her friend. He still remembers her beautiful appearance when she laughed heartily at his father's wedding. At that time, she didn't have any scars on her chest that extended to her shoulders - this It made Harry sigh in relief.
But immediately, he thought to himself, even if it wasn't Angel, but another girl, would she be able to escape? When he thought of this, his vocal cords even felt temporarily uncomfortable, and the difficulty in speaking gradually worsened.
He also has an older sister, a younger sister, an aunt, and countless female friends. He cannot accept such an experience happening to them.
"——Don't worry, I will prepare the best scar removal potion." Harry squatted on the ground, lying beside the bed, and solemnly promised Angel, even though the other party couldn't hear anything.
Then he stood up again, covered both of them with half the quilt, and thought about what he should do in the next time.
- Maybe it would be a good idea to clean the house and cook a meal. This is what he does best at home, isn't it? 166 reading network
